I think have an odd attraction / repulsion relationship with bridges. Maybe I like the way they make me feel. Deliberately, on purpose, no one asking, forcing or suggesting I do it, I’ve attempted to walk across a few intimidating bridges. To me, the scariest I can imagine. Even though one such attempt was more than 12 years … Continue reading Suspended
My Gephyrophobia
Funny, You Don’t Look Like a Gephyrophobiac
A friend and I spent the afternoon at a small, local bookstore on Long Island listening to a bubbly, 40-something year old, well-educated, mother of four talk about her rare gift. It started when she was a child. She heard voices. Unexplainable voices. She was afraid of the voices but she didn’t tell a soul … Continue reading Funny, You Don’t Look Like a Gephyrophobiac
Island Living
My lifelong fear of bridges wasn’t quite so apparent until I moved to Long Island 14 years ago. I arrived and then realized if I wanted to leave, I had to cross either the: The 142-foot high, 2910- foot long Throgs Neck Bridge over the East River OR The 135-foot high, 3770- foot Whitestone Bridge … Continue reading Island Living
Gephyrophobiac 